In those heady, Happiness is days, Charles M. Schulz was at the top of his game. Peanuts was everywhere, his characters on everything. Good grief, Snoopy had even gone to the moon!
I wrote a letter to him on my Charlie Brown stationery. I told him we shared a last name, except that my family spelled it with an “e” on the end. I told him there was a little red-haired girl in my class who said I reminded her of Schroeder, but that I was too shy to tell her how much I liked her.
Actually, she was blonde.